Petra opened the door and moved to disable the trap but stumbled on something in the dark. Squinting, she moved to turn on the light.
It was Gabe, of course. He had been hit by the dart and was now asleep on the floor. In sleep he looked somewhat angry, though it was strangely lighthearted.
She blinked before laughing slightly. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, cuffing his wrist to a stabilizer pole against the wall.
Petra was sitting on the couch, watching the news with a critical eye. She had a blanket over her legs and two rabbits nestled against her stomach and she glanced over at him, a pint of strawberry ice cream in her hand. “Oh. Hey.”
